The neighbor spent the summer building a canoe under an awning on the west side of his house. He used long strips of some kind of hard wood and glue and a host of curse words. I only mention it because as of today the canoe was missing. I’m not certain as to where it went, but I certify that it is, in fact, gone. Most days, through the summer months, he would be out there doing something to the vessel, be it sanding or clamping or just standing near it. Often, through the heat of summer, I wondered why he would undertake such a project if it resulted in so much frustration? Perhaps he just enjoys cursing? Honestly, I have no idea.
Also, but separately, it’s cold again. Cold as in winter. Cold as in chilled to the bone. Temperatures like these do, however, afford the luxury of wearing jackets, which is nice.